My Milf System-Chapter 364. Tokyo

{Asher’s POV}

I was greeted by a building I knew far too well.

The smooth wooden floors beneath my feet, the narrow passage to my left—the very spot where I had collapsed, clutching my chest as my heart gave out—it all came rushing back with unsettling clarity.

There was no mistaking it.

This was my former home.

The house sat in an eerie silence, broken only by the faint hum of a refrigerator somewhere in the kitchen. It didn’t take long to realize why. When I glanced at the clock hanging in the dining room, it confirmed it—it was the middle of the night. Everyone was fast asleep.

Though... something felt off.

The clock itself wasn’t the same one we used to have, and even its position had changed. Once I started paying attention, the differences became harder to ignore. The couches, the TV, the small details scattered around the room—new. Replaced. Yet somehow, the soul of the place remained untouched.

Familiar, but no longer mine.

My gaze drifted to the small staircase on the left, leading up to what used to be my bedroom. My feet moved on their own, quiet and measured, each step carrying a strange weight as I climbed up.

When I reached the door, I paused briefly before pushing it open.

I had expected to see my ex-wife... Karen... tangled up with Roland, the garden boy she had cheated on me with. Honestly, part of me was already bracing for that sight.

Instead, I froze.

A couple I didn’t recognize lay asleep in each other’s arms, peaceful and undisturbed. Wedding photos rested on the bedside table, smiling faces captured in moments that had nothing to do with me. Even the layout of the room had changed.

This wasn’t my life anymore.

Quietly, I stepped back and closed the door without a sound.

...So she sold the house.

I couldn’t say I was surprised. After all, this was where I died. Living here must’ve come with its own kind of weight—even for someone like her.

Not wanting to disturb the new owners, I decided to leave.

The moment I stepped outside, the cool night air wrapped around me, carrying a wave of nostalgia that hit deeper than I expected. Streetlights cast their soft glow across the quiet roads, the familiar hum of the city settling into my bones.

Ah... Tokyo.

My hometown.

For a while, I just walked, letting my feet carry me without direction.

It didn’t take long before reality caught up to me—I had nowhere to go. No money, no place to stay. My parents were long gone, and while I still had relatives... an uncle, cousins, even my brother... showing up like this wasn’t exactly an option.

Not when I was supposed to be dead.

And not in a stranger’s body.

Which left me with one place.

Sakura’s house—my ex-wife’s mother who used to be really kind to me.

It wasn’t far from my former house, so I jogged the distance, reaching her place in about twenty minutes. Standing at her door, I took a slow breath before pressing the doorbell.

No answer.

I rang it again... and again... until I finally heard footsteps approaching.

"Who is it?" her groggy voice called out, and I knew she was looking at me through the security camera.

I hesitated for just a second. "I’m... just a stranger. I’m looking for a place to sleep. Even the garage would be fine. Please."

She studied me in silence.

Of course she would. To her, I was no one.

"I’m sorry," she replied after a moment, "but I can’t let a stranger in at this hour. Go to a police station."

Fair enough. I couldn’t even blame her.

But I didn’t want a police station.

I wanted here.

And I wasn’t the same man I used to be.

With my system still intact, I activated my Sexdusa skill, using what little pleasure points I had left. Even through a screen, the effect took hold—subtle, but undeniable—as her gaze locked onto mine.

[SEXDUSA SKILL ACTIVATED!!!]

Slowly, as if guided by something she couldn’t quite explain, Sakura opened the door.

I stepped inside.

Bowing slightly, I offered a polite greeting. "My name is Asher."

"Alright... nice to meet you," she replied, still sounding a bit dazed. "Are you hungry? I can make you some tea."

We sat on the couch as she spoke, her tone gentle despite the odd circumstances.

"Ah, no need to trouble yourself, Madam Sakura. I just need somewhere to sleep."

Her brow lifted slightly. "You know my name...?"

Crap.

I forced a small smile. "I saw the nameplate outside your door."

She shrugged it off easily enough. "Alright... come, I’ll show you where you can rest."

I followed her upstairs, my gaze naturally taking in her appearance along the way. Sakura was short, with a soft, slightly plump figure that gave her a warm, homely presence. The kind of body that carried its weight gently—rounded cheeks, a subtle double chin, and soft skin that spoke more of comfort than care. With her eyesight not being the best, her glasses sat slightly crooked on her face as she walked.

She stopped at a room and opened the door.

"This used to be my daughter’s room," she said. "She moved out after getting married, but... her husband passed away two months ago. The poor thing was devastated. She sold the house to start over, but the garden boy ended up stealing the money and running away."

...That caught my attention.

Roland ran away with the money?

Serves her right.

But—two months?

That didn’t add up. I’d spent what felt like years in another world. At the very least, two years should’ve passed here.

Unless...

Time flows differently between worlds.

I filed that thought away for later.

"So... your daughter," I asked, keeping my tone neutral, "where is she now?"

"She’s staying with her late husband’s older brother and his wife," Sakura explained. "They run a big company, so they gave her a job. Even without qualifications, they took her in out of pity."

My fists clenched slightly at my sides.

That woman... playing the grieving widow?

After everything she did?

And Akira... my older brother... took her in?

Of all people.

"Good night, young man," Sakura said, breaking my thoughts.

I bowed again. "Thank you for letting me stay."

"Don’t mention it."

She left, closing the door softly behind her.

The moment I was alone, I let myself fall onto the bed.

Akira taking Karen in didn’t sit right with me. If anything, he had been against our marriage from the beginning. So what changed?

Did he soften... or did she get to him somehow?

Knowing her... the answer wasn’t comforting.

With a quiet exhale, I lay back, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts spiraling.

Then my eyes shifted to the bedside table.

There was a photo of Karen.

Still as beautiful as I remembered. That same bright smile. Those hazel eyes I used to lose myself in every single day.

My throat tightened, a lump forming before I could stop it. My chest ached in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.

For a moment... just a moment... I hesitated.

Then I reached out and slammed the frame face down.

"I’ll ruin you, Karen... no matter how long it takes."

The words lingered, echoing in my mind as sleep slowly pulled me under.

TBC